All The Sinners Bleed Kindle Novels & Stories

I never imagined wanting to be a sinner and now I just want to be his sinner, be punished by his calloused hands, consumed by the darkness of the deaths he carries and the pain he causes, he is the most beautiful fucking fallen angel. I pressed my cheek against his chest, sighing in relief at the strong beats. I am a sinner, condemned without the right to defense by stronger people, incapable of feeling anything, being welcomed by the greatest foe, by the one who should have been worse than them, receiving a slow caress on the arm by the careful touch, giving meaning to the entire crossing until to come here, to be in your arms with my sins exposed bleeding openly between your fingers with n

My problems, all my failures and frustrations were gone. The whole world was getting blurred as I heard Mark's roaring loudly in pain. " Raine,Raine," Ryan! " Do you still think I'm a joke," I stammered, wanting to know before hell took me away. I deserved that one painful truth. " No, you are an angel and your eyes feel like home when I look into them," he replied in a soft voice measured, as if he was trying to overcome a stutter, one filled with empathy and guilt.

Then he looked me dead in the eyes. “Next time I see you, I will shoot you.” He slammed the door. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the steady drumming of rain. I stood there, drenched, motionless. Blood trickled from my mouth and nose, mixing with the rain, washing away down the steps. I sat down slowly, everything aching. Fresh wounds throbbed beneath my shirt. I had lost everything. My best friend. My sister. Sienna. I had no one to blame but myself.

I became someone I no longer recognized, a man burdened with sins too heavy for anyone else to carry. In time, my life spiraled out of control. The betrayal of my own conscience led me down a path I hadn’t anticipated. I left the military, lost to my own demons, and found myself entangled in the very world I once fought against. The mafia became my refuge, a dark sanctuary where I tried to drown my guilt, my anger, and my sorrow. I became a sinner—willingly committing sins, crossing lines I never would have imagined as a soldier. I justified it then, telling myself it was all I deserved, that I was beyond redemption. But deep down, I was trapped in a web I couldn't escape.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

I muttered. That was the only way I could fully embrace the power I had. Aside from him being scared of what I could do, he had been very cautious not to drink from my skin directly. His father had been a victim, the blood making him mad first before he finally lost all sense of living. I had heard stories about that and I realized that Sinclair didn’t want to be another report in the history books. “And then there’s that bitch Ash, thinking she’s the best thing to happen to this pack.”

She’s not exactly a hero of justice, seeing the fallen victim from ‘The Cannibal’ just made it worse. “Inspector, take Jaemin and me to the crime scene” Rae stiffened. “On it” he replied short. * * * Jaemin sits next to Vaan, while Rae chose the backseat as her domain. She stares outside the police car as the car passes by the colorful street lights. Theister city was built by the millennials who are hungry for technology and advancement. Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

"Avenging my brother. It's not blood for blood." Azael and Reuel's eyes darkened while their expressions hardened. "It's lives for even a drop of blood." "It was not at all nice knowing you. Have a horrible but safe trip to hell." Reuel pressed the trigger and the man breathed his last immediately. "At least my shoes are saved this time." Azael moved away from Craig immediately, ensuring his white sneakers were not stained with blood. Reuel just rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone before sending a message.

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.